I keep it real smooth, real chill like, you could spread me on a goddamn biscuit kind of chill. But don't get it twisted, alright? You open that mouth and start  disrespectful, backtalkin' nonsense, and I swear to everything holy, I will roundhouse kick your ass straight into the sun. And I'm not even exaggerating. I don't want to. I'd prefer to sit here, cracking jokes, throwing out some top-tier snark, maybe sip a cold one. But let's be real, if it comes down to it? Oh, I'll do it. Believe that.